Mysterious Resurrection: Red and White Evils

Chapter 100: Strange Yellow Mud Road, Synchronous Attack
The troop carrier stopped and old man Kamisato led a group of people out of the vehicle.

"It's a very scary ghost. Are you sure? I can't see through it."

Yamu stood at the gate of the community, looking at the mourning hall in the distance, his eyes full of fear.

"Try it."

Old man Shen Li had a dim gaze, and his cloudy eyes made it impossible to tell his emotions.

I saw him slowly walking towards the mourning hall.

The moment he took a step, a yellow muddy road appeared, connecting directly to the mourning hall.

The appearance of the yellow mud road is particularly conspicuous in this city without a trace of color.

The muddy road that normally looks dirty and messy, at this moment, gives people a rare sense of vitality and beauty.

Of course, the premise is to ignore the cold and weird feeling on the path.

The yellow mud road blocked the crying sounds, preventing them from being heard by the people walking on the road.

At the moment when the yellow mud road connected to the mourning hall, a figure in mourning clothes who was kneeling in front of the coffin suddenly turned around and looked at everyone.

"thump!"

In an instant, one of the ghost riders in the group of seven had his neck strangely twisted and turned to look behind him, then knelt on the ground motionless.

"Ghosts in the mourning hall have a rule that if they turn back, they will die! Be careful."

Yamu looked at the mourning hall vigilantly. This was just one of the ghosts in mourning clothes, not the source ghost. Even in this situation, he did not react at all.

At the same time, the ghost rider who had fallen to the ground before showed a sad look on his face, tears flowed from his eyes, and he began to cry.

"Not good. After he was killed by the evil spirit, the ghost in his body seems to be controlled by the evil spirit."

Changze looked at the fallen ghost rider in horror. The yellow mud road blocked out the crying sound.

But if this ghost rider were to start crying in the path, it might give the ghost a medium to invade.

"Shh!"

With a sound of air being cut, a head with a sad face rolled to the ground.

Nagasawa looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw old man Kamisato slowly putting a sword back into its sheath.

"That knife has the ability to cut through evil spirits."

Evil ghosts cannot be killed, and this theorem seems to be broken in Nagasawa's heart at this moment.

"He's not dead, he's just temporarily cut open."

Yamu seemed to notice Nagasawa's inner astonishment and confusion, and explained to everyone.

The ghost riders he picked could only ride two ghosts at most, and their vision was not very high.

"I see. But that's also scary."

Nagasawa nodded and looked at the taken-back sword with fear.

"What do you want?" Old man Kamisato noticed Nagasawa's gaze and asked him.

"No, no, senior, you misunderstood." Nagasawa waved his hands hurriedly.

"Don't worry, if you can come back alive this time, I will give you this knife as a reward for the brave."

Old man Kamisato didn't pay attention to Nagasawa's denial and just spoke calmly, as if the knife was not something important.

Upon hearing this, the other three looked at Changze with envy and jealousy.

"The same goes for you. If any of you can get out alive, I will give you this knife. If more than one person makes it out alive, I will give you something else."

"But I have to warn you, this is a vicious knife. It's easy to pull out, but it will be troublesome to put it back."

After saying that, old man Shenli walked deeper into the road without waiting for anyone to reply.

Seeing this, Nagasawa and his companions suppressed their inner excitement and followed old man Kamisato.

Soon, the group arrived in front of the mourning hall.

However, the moment they appeared in front of the mourning hall, several white curtains were mysteriously sweeping towards them.

Old man Kamisato drew his sword and cut off the white curtain that was reaching towards him with one stroke.

Yamu reacted quickly, reaching out to grab the white curtain, and then dense black hair began to grow on the white curtain. The entire white curtain looked like it was moldy and exuded a musty smell.

However, the others were not so lucky. Nagasawa and the other two were swept up by the white curtain that flew out from the mourning hall almost at the same time. In a short while, they were rolled into dumplings.

"Master, all the people are dead, isn't it time to take action?" Yamu looked at old man Shenli.

"This thing is terrifying. I can't stand the initial attack."

“Okay.” Old man Shenli closed his cloudy and lifeless eyes. In an instant, the entire community seemed to be invaded by darkness.

Then, yellow mud roads appeared on the ground of the community, crisscrossing like a chessboard, instantly dividing the community into several areas.

"Ok?"

Inside the mourning hall, Zhang Hao, who was kneeling on the coffin, raised his head, revealing a crying face drawn on it.

"Did someone come near the mourning hall without knowing it?"

Zhang Hao had not noticed anyone approaching the mourning hall before, as he was still studying the changes in his body.

It was not until the white curtains in the mourning hall were swept out that Zhang Hao realized that someone was approaching.

Looking up, Zhang Hao saw an old man with his eyes closed and holding a sword, looking at the mourning hall.

The moment Zhang Hao raised his head, the old man drew out the sword in his hand.

With a "swish" sound, Zhang Hao felt the world spinning around him.

His head fell to the ground, but he did not lose consciousness. After the sword cut open his head, it was unable to suppress his consciousness.

At the moment when Zhang Hao's head hit the ground, the old man's clothes began to tear apart by themselves, as if they were torn apart by something.

It seemed that what was tearing apart at the same time was not only his clothes, but also the old man's life.

An extremely intense pain appeared in old man Shenli. Although there were no wounds on his body, it felt as if his skin, flesh, and even bones were cracking.

If he continued like this, he would undoubtedly be torn to pieces and died alive, but with the influence of the ghost on his body.

This tearing feeling is limited and there is no way to continue after reaching a certain point.

"Have you controlled a fierce ghost that can protect your body?"

Zhang Hao was not surprised by this. A top-level ghost rider may not necessarily have a ghost lair, but he must have a powerful ghost that can protect his body.

Even though Zhang Hao's attack was terrifying and could easily tear apart some evil spirits, he still couldn't easily tear apart an evil spirit that had been completed to a certain extent and had protective abilities.

The next moment, Zhang Hao's body suddenly turned black and white strangely, and then he walked out again from the black and white portrait in front of the coffin.

After Zhang Hao completed the evil spirit that could control clothes, his connection with the bride was further strengthened.

Even if the bride is not in the mourning hall at this time, Zhang Hao can still use some of the bride's supernatural powers.

Because now Zhang Hao and the bride are two parts of one ghost.

The black and white portrait was originally a fierce ghost that was just able to fight against the ghost painting, but now, both have turned into the same ghost.

Zhang Hao unexpectedly also possessed the ability to walk out of the black and white portrait again.

As Zhang Hao walked out again, the four evil ghosts who were kneeling in front of the mourning hall also appeared strangely beside the ghost coffin, carrying the coffin and rushing towards old man Shenli.

However, faced with such an attack, old man Kamisato also reacted quickly.

After he suppressed the clothes that were controlling his body, yellow mud roads suddenly appeared under his feet.

The evil ghost carrying the ghost coffin and rushing forward suddenly walked onto another yellow mud road where old man Shenli was not.

"Hmm? Can it affect the progress of the ghost coffin?"

Zhang Hao raised his head and saw black and white ghosts invading the yellow mud road, making the yellow soil lose its color.

However, when Zhang Hao used the ghost den to transfer the ghost's position, he found that his own ghost den seemed to be split apart.

This kind of division was not like the feeling when Mr. Qin used the ghost fire to forcibly divide the ghost painting, but rather an incomprehensible supernatural feeling.

Zhang Hao could still feel the presence of other ghosts, but he could not leave the area separated by the yellow mud road.

Even if Zhang Hao used the ghost den to invade, he could not invade all the yellow mud roads at once, and could only invade one road at a time.

"A special supernatural power that can only advance one level at a time?"

Zhang Hao looked at the yellow mud road that looked like the criss-crossing lines on a chessboard, and reacted immediately.

The old man in front of him should be able to use this yellow mud road to forcibly separate the ghost den, so that the evil spirits inside can only invade the yellow mud road one square at a time, just like chess pieces advancing one square at a time. Zhang Hao looked at the old man Shen Li, who was slowly putting his sword back into the scabbard and retreating to the yellow mud road behind.

However, old man Shenli seemed to be restricted by the rules of the yellow mud road as well, and could only retreat one step at a time onto the yellow mud road behind him.

"Is this old man playing cat and mouse with me?"

The yellow mud road divided the community into hundreds of areas. Every time I moved forward one grid, he moved back one grid. In this situation, it was very unrealistic to catch him.

Zhang Hao tried to attack the old man using the magical power of death if one kneels down, but it didn't work.

Even when Zhang Hao turned around and used his magical power of losing color when seeing his own back, he was still unable to affect the old man.

It seems that the area where Zhang Hao is currently located cannot attack the area where old man Shenli is located.

Perhaps it is like playing chess, which requires contact between both parties in order to use one's own supernatural powers to influence the other party.

However, just as Zhang Hao continued to invade and advance, a ghost suddenly appeared on a yellow mud road one square in front of him.

The moment the ghost saw Zhang Hao, it immediately attacked Zhang Hao.

Accompanied by the sound of stomping feet, Zhang Hao's original action of invading the next yellow mud road was interrupted.

The next moment, Zhang Hao's body stopped moving and walked out of the black and white portrait again.

"Ok?"

Zhang Hao raised his head and looked at the ghost that attacked him, then used the ghost den to invade the area where the other party was.

At the same time, Zhang Hao immediately activated the magical power that anyone who kneels down will die.

Since the other party can attack me, it means that I can also attack the other party.

Sure enough, as the kneeling death skill was activated, the ghost knelt down immediately.

However, just when Zhang Hao's ghost den successfully invaded that area and was about to imprison the ghost, the other party mysteriously disappeared on the spot.

"Restarted?"

Zhang Hao looked in surprise at the place where the ghost disappeared.

He could feel that this ghost was not strong, but for some reason, it strangely possessed the ability to temporarily suppress him and even had the means to restart.

"No, that's not right. It's not this ghost's ability."

Zhang Hao quickly came to his senses and looked in the direction of old man Shenli.

This should be the ability of that old man Kamisato.

Sure enough, when Zhang Hao looked at the yellow mud road in the distance, he soon discovered five strange figures, including the evil ghost that had just been suppressed and suddenly disappeared.

"I see. This should be the third ability of this old man."

"A yellow mud road that can separate ghosts, a fierce ghost protecting the body, and a ghost that seems to be able to control the fierce ghost."

The yellow mud road made the old man strange and difficult to deal with during the battle, and the evil spirits protecting his body prevented any unexpected situations.

The last ghost is able to control other evil ghosts, allowing them to move freely on the yellow mud road.

"Not only that, the attacks of these ghosts seem to have been enhanced. Is it because of the special rules of the Yellow Mud Road? Or because of something else?"

Zhang Hao stood up, and the ghost coffin under him disappeared as he stood up.

However, the four evil spirits carrying the coffin did not disappear, but walked towards the four directions of the yellow mud crossroad under Zhang Hao's feet.

"Let me try and see."

Soon, one of the evil ghosts wearing mourning clothes and carrying a coffin approached another ghost walking on the yellow mud road.

The ghost under Zhang Hao's control was already prepared. Just when the two ghosts were on the two intersecting yellow mud roads.

The evil ghost carrying the coffin turned his head strangely, and in an instant, an extremely terrifying attack struck the ghost across the yellow mud road.

The ghost that was attacked by the turning-back ghost had its neck broken as if by force at the moment of the attack, and then disappeared on the spot.

"It is indeed so. This yellow mud road has some special spirituality."

"Any attack launched by evil spirits walking on the yellow mud road will be strengthened to the point where it can suppress the attacked evil spirits."

This feeling is very similar to the Chinese chess. No matter how big your piece is, as long as you are attacked by other pieces first, you will be unable to defend yourself.

And the old man Shensato, who is the source of the yellow mud road, is like a general on a chessboard.

"Want to play chess with me? Want to use this method to deal with me?"

A bright red color suddenly appeared in the black and white ghost cave around Zhang Hao.

The ghost bride was summoned by Zhang Hao to his side, and the ghost and supernatural power were activated.

At the same time, above the sky, gray paper ash immediately covered the yellow mud road.

Like Zhang Hao’s ghost den, even the ghost bride’s ghost den was divided into small areas by the yellow mud road.

The old man Shenli controls a conceptual evil ghost. Even though Zhang Hao and the ghost bride's den still covers the entire island country, they are still unable to leave this place.

However, at this moment, on this endless yellow mud road, strange and evil ghosts suddenly appeared.

"Since you want to play chess, I'll play a game with you."

Zhang Hao held the ghost bride's hand and summoned the ghost to perform supernatural powers.

In an instant, more than a dozen ghosts walked into the chessboard made up of yellow mud roads.

As soon as these dozen ghosts appeared, they immediately began to attack the evil ghost controlled by old man Shenli on the yellow mud road.

Even if the evil spirits controlled by old man Shenli on this yellow mud road could be restarted repeatedly, they could not do anything at all under the continuous attacks.

Even more and more evil spirits walked onto the chessboard, and the empty yellow mud roads not occupied by evil spirits became fewer and fewer, and even old man Shenli's living space began to be compressed.

At this time, Yamu, who was on a yellow mud road, had been stared at by a ghost.

When Yamu covered a ghost's body with mold to suppress the opponent, his body suddenly and strangely began to burn with flames.

The fire only ignited Yamu's upper body, but Yamu lost the ability to move.

Fortunately, Yamu has been able to survive from the imperial era to the present, and even in the late period, his strength should not be underestimated.

In the distance, there was a yellow mud road covered with mold. The mold continued to grow, and soon the tussock reappeared.

This is a different kind of reboot, where Yamu seems to be able to walk out again through these mold-infected things, almost like a source of mold that cannot be completely dealt with.

"Nani!"

When old man Shenli saw this scene, his originally calm face changed.

He was not surprised at Yamu's restart, but was surprised that the Red and White Devils actually summoned so many evil spirits.

But soon, old man Kamisato took action again.

After a fierce ghost controlled by Old Man Kamisato reappeared beside him after restarting, Old Man Kamisato immediately drew out the sword in his hand and chopped at the ghost.

In an instant, the ghost broke into two pieces, but it did not lose its ability to move.

The old man Kamisato, who had chopped off the body of the evil ghost, slowly put away his sword. The moment the handle touched the scabbard, he drew his sword again, and another evil ghost that had reappeared beside him was dismembered by him.

While Zhang Hao continued to control the evil spirits to compress Old Man Shenli's living space, Old Man Shenli also successfully increased the number of evil spirits several times by constantly dismembering them.

Zhang Hao, who was far away, also noticed the problem at this time.

The evil spirits originally controlled by old man Kamisato were no longer able to fight against him because their numbers were too small.

But at this time, Zhang Hao suddenly realized that the evil spirit under his control was being suppressed.

"So that's how it is. The yellow mud road can strengthen the attacking spirits, and combined with the continuous dismemberment of evil spirits, it can achieve a certain degree of continuous superposition?"

Except for the four evil spirits carrying the coffin, the other evil spirits controlled by Zhang Hao did not have the ability to restart.

Although at the beginning, they gained a great advantage by relying on numbers and launching attacks more frequently.

But after old man Shenzao started to dismember the evil spirits and increased the frequency of attacks, the defects of these evil spirits that could not be restarted became apparent.

On one side are the things that cannot be killed or shut down, and on the other side are the things that will be suppressed for a period of time if attacked. When the number gap between the two sides is not big, the outcome can be imagined.

"But can you afford to play with me like this?"

Zhang Hao did not continue to summon evil spirits, but asked the bride to call out the derived ghost paintings one by one.

Not just derivative ghost paintings.

Among these brightly colored ghost paintings, at some point, some black and white photos appeared, and colorless people in mourning clothes walked out of the photos.

(End of this chapter)